| You Know Spank?! |
| Summary: | Fiasco brings back Wade's Viper and bad news, indirectly. |
| Date: | 22 Dec 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| The Hangar! |
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| Lots of Vipers and Raptors here. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #299 |
A note was sent to Wade, about his Viper. He was told that the bird was ready and that was being brought back to Cerberus by one of the Areion pilots. Because of this, the Viper pilot is now waiting at the Hangar Deck. He is wearing his Pilot suit, probably just arrived from CAP. The man is talking with some Deckies at the moment, discussing the work they are doing and pretty much making idle chatter. His attention drifts from them, to the deck as he waits for his bird to arrive. Impatient Wade is Impatient.
Had a specific time been given for the return of his Viper, it would probably be showing up a little late. But no time was named, so it's right on schedule! Even so, it's being piloted like it's in a race against the clock, zooming into the hangar in a flash, and braking on a dime, in precisely the right spot. If the speed-demon antics weren't a give-away, the loud whoop that echoes from the cockpit as the canopy goes up would tell soon enough that it's an Areion pilot in the driver's seat today. Out hops Fiasco, barely waiting for the stairs, helmet off and tucked under his arm. He spots Wade near by and heads over to clap him on the shoulder, "Here you go, my friend! All yours! Back to kickin' ass and pickin' up chicks for you, my man, am I right?"
Wade is indeed, able to see how his bird is being brought inside the Cerberus. He tilts his head to the side for a moment, mostly making sure that the specific spot where the bird got hit, looks fixed. However, he does press his lips together and nods in acceptance. Yep, good flying. Now, his attention focuses on Fiasco as he jumps down to the deck. By this moment, all the Deckies give the Areion pilot a look and turn around, returning to their duties. Wade instead, stands up and offers a smile after the man slaps his shoulder "Hey man, thanks for bringing her in" says Wade, extending his hand for a shake. "Kicking ass and picking up chicks, you got that damn right." says the man with an amused grin. "That bird has seen more 'kicking ass' than 'picking up chicks' tho. Kinda miss the shore leaves" Because really, he would be a hypocrite if he were to deny that being a Viper Pilot has helped him a little in the girls department.
"Hey, man, no trouble," Fiasco grins, "Been forever since a took a spin in a regular VII, you know? It's like a frakking time machine or something, so retro, it's awesome. Perfect timing too," he shares blithely, tugging open his flight suit, "Since I totally wore my throw-back Templars jersey today, how's that for a coincidence, right?" He grins and turns to eye the bird in question… and then another bird, this time of the human variety as a female deckhand walks past and the Areion pilot's eyes drift visibly after her. "What's that?" he turns back to Wade and laughs, "Awww man, that's just sad, dude! No excuse for that, you're a good looking dude! We've gotta get you out there, you should be rakin' 'em in."
The oh so famous, who has the bigger dick game. Her first words draw an amused smile from his lips and he says "She is a damn fine bird if you ask me, modified or not." Now, he looks around the place and looks back at him when he shows his jersey "Nice one. What do you wear when you fly your Viper, a jersey with a flashy Disco Ball?" There is another amused smile to that. As he looks around, he does the same and he nods, knowing what he is looking "Yep, there are plenty of pretty damn good looking girls around. I have to admit I haven't been able to spend a lot of time in Areion, so I wouldn't know if you have them" Oh he knows Dizzy is HOT, that he knows. Now, he laughs and nods "Thanks man, appreciate it. What I mean is that, I miss the times in which, the Colonies were not nuked and you could hit Night Clubs when on shore leave"
Marduk laughs and shakes his head, gesturing at Wade's Viper agreeing, "Oh, totally, man, totally, nothing against your bird for sure, and she's all prettied up now, shiny and new or you know, close as we can get these days. Nothing better than a bird with a new wax job, you know what I mean?" He laughs, and then again, "Nah, nah, no disco balls. That shit's pretty retro too. I've got a couple other Templars jerseys though, sure. Best team around. Totally would've won the league this year if it weren't for the whole holocaust thing. Cylons are such haters." He runs a hand through his perfect, shiny hair, and then laughs again, shaking his head, "Oh man, there are plenty of fine chicks on Areion, I promise you. I swear they picked 'em out for that as much as their other skills, y'know? Plus there's Dizzy, you musta met Dizzy, right? She's my girl, for real. We're having a big surprise party for her soon as we're off Condition Two, you should totally come. It'll be off the hook for sure, man, woo!" He grins, excited about it, clearly, and then nods, "Oh man, yeah. I miss clubs like a mofo, definitely up there on things I miss most. But for Dizzy's party we're totally turning the bar into one, just you wait. Getting techs to set us up some turntables and everything, it'll be badass. What's your name anyways, man, I gotta put you on the list."
Wade looks at his Viper again and nods "She does look shiny and you know, while she doesn't look brand new, it's pretty damn close if I may say so" He presses his lips together and then looks back at Fiasco "Offer my thanks to your techs, I'm sure the are pretty skilled folk" Heck, right now, Deck folks are the ones keeping all birds together, they sure are skilled. Now, he nods "Templars, indeed, good team, good team. But, I do believe the Spartans had a lot of power. They were a Second Series team but I bet that next season, they would have gotten to the big leagues" Yeah, Sports, he likes them. He smiles at this and finally focuses again on Fiasco. "Dizzy, yes I saw her once I believe" He will not lie in this one "Yeah, she is very very hot, and she can certainly fly so I guess you are right with that." But Wade is a damn awesome pilot too! Damn it! "And the Cylons are haters indeed, you got that right. They screwed up with us really bad. It would be nice to get some payback" He puts a more serious expression as he says that but soon shakes his head, asking "Oh? Birthday party?" to this, he smiles and nods "And there's a list and everything?" He can't help to laugh at this and shakes his head "Sure, sure. I'm Wade Duncan…." he points to his bird now, at the tag right to the side of the cockpit "Drips"
"Spartans?" Fiasco nods, "Ohhh yeah, in the second series, gotcha, for sure. Yeah, man, totally, this season would've been awesome. Lots of teams comin' up outta nowhere, would've been exciting as shit. Frakking Cylons. Haters, man. Total haters." He shakes his head, not precisely sober, but something like sad. Not that it lasts long, as he laughs and nods, "Yeah, Dizzy can fly like a motherfrakker, that's for damn sure. She's a shitty shot but she'll fly circles round anybody anytime. And totally, man," he adds, still grinning, but there's a darker edge to it (at least in contrast to his usual demeanor) as he nods, "Oh, for sure. There will be payback, dude, whatever it takes. We'll get those bitches." Then it's right back to the party, his mood snapping from vengeful to gleeful on the same dime he parked that Viper on. "Yeah, it's gonna be the party of the year dude, can't let just anybody in! Gotta have a list and a rope or it's not a party, even if you just put everybody on it," he grins. "Alright, Wade Duncan, you are officially invited. It's going to be hot, for real. Oh, Drips, cool. Did we meet?" His head cocks curiously and he eyes Wade, "I swear we didn't, but Drips is familiar. Is there another Drips?" He thinks for a minute, and it seems to require effort. "No, I've heard that. Somebody was talkin' about a Drips. You sure you haven't been bagging any of our girls?"
"You must really want that payback" says the man with a bit of a grin, noticing the small switch there. He nods to that and presses his lips together "Hey, I don't blame you. I guess it's a thought that crossed everyone's mind" Oh yes, it did cross Wade's mind, certainly. "Not let anyone in?" but then he hears the last comment 'even if you just put everyone on it' and laughs with some amusement "The rope and the list huh? Does it come with a red carpet included?" He just shakes his head at this and chuckles with amusement. Now, when he starts asking about his callsign, he tilts his head and narrows his eyes "I don't think we did, no…" he presses his lips together, trying to remember if he had met Fiasco in the past but finally shakes his head "No man, not that I can remember." He shakes his head again and adds "I don't there's another Drips, no…" He is also trying to think back. He laughs at this and shakes his head "I don't think so man, at least not that I know of" He smiles and finally adds "Well you mentioned that you like clubs right? Maybe some night club in the past?" He shrugs "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I'm the only Drips" Damn right!
"You bet I do!" Fiasco confirms with an eager nod, "Oh yeah, baby, for sure. We're going to wipe those frakkers right off the map, whatever it takes, just you wait. Even if we can't have this system anymore, they sure as frak won't get to keep it. This time the Cylon threat's got to GO." He swaps topics without missing a beat, laughing about the party, "Maybe man, maybe a red carpet, we'll see what I can track down, you know? Might end up being a blue carpet, but I've seen those at premieres and shit before, some festival or something, I think. Blue's the new red, know what I'm saying?" He laughs again and then eyes Wade narrowly, concentrating visibly. "Drips," he says, "Drips. Drips Drips Drips. I swear I've heard that. Somebody… no, wait, it was a dude. Guess I should've asked if you were bagging any of our boys too, huh?" he grins, "I shouldn't be discriminating like that. So have you? I don't know, maybe it was a club… but nah, this was on Areion, I'm pretty sure." He stamps a foot on the decking, drumming fingers on his lower lip as he focuses on Wade's face, and then suddenly an arm shoots up into the air, "Spank!" he shouts.
Wade listens to Fiasco, arms crossed over his chest. They do share some views on what is to be done, but perhaps not the entire thing…only time will tell. "Blue is the new Red?" asks the man, shaking his head afterwards. He chuckles a little bit and shrugs casually "Never been that great at keeping up with the trends and all, but I believe you. And I think it's definitely easier to get blue carpets, yeah." He keeps listening when he starts to try and recall from where he heard his callsign. Unable to hide a laugh, Wade just shakes his head "Oh no, I don't really swing that way man but…" and then he goes silent as he mentions it came definitely from Areion. He opens his mouth to say something but never gets to say anything right then because that last word, that makes him go white. "Eer…." he clears his throat and shakes his head "Spank? Spank Duben?" he looks at Fiasco dead in the eyes now "Captain Colton 'Spank' Duben?" He takes a deep breath and narrows his eyes "Is he in Areion? Why have I never seen him?…." He now opens his eyes a little bit "Is he one of you guys?" Yeah, he definitely knows who Spank is.
"Yeah," Fiasco nods as Wade comes up with a name, "Yeah, that's the same Spank, for sure. I forgot his name was Colton," he laughs a little, and then shifts, posture suddenly a little less easy, demeanor edging towards uncomfortable. "Oh. Umm. Well." He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and then again and he clicks his tongue and shrugs, "Man, I'm sorry. Spank's dead. He, uhh… he died. You know, flying?" He nods a little, and then shrugs and shakes his head again, "In battle. Yeah. Sorry, man. I… I really can't tell you more than that, like. You know. Stuff's classified. Missions and shit. You know how it is."
Wade shows Fiasco a bright smile when he confirms that they are talking about the same Spank. But that smile fails him when he notices Fiasco's overall change "Dead?" And it seems that hits him pretty hard, pretty hard indeed because the pilot looks down at the floor and says nothing for a couple seconds. "He was my best friend, my wingmate for four years…" He goes silent again, processing everything "Battlestar Chimaera, that's where we met…he taught me a lot of shit, frak man, he was the best pilot I've ever seen…." He presses his lips together and takes a deep breath, shaking his head "Classified?" He now looks at Fiasco eyes again and narrows his own. However, he remembers something and his expression loosens up a little bit "He never told me where he went, he said it was classified. Now I know I guess." He rubs his fingers over his chin now "So during combat?" asks Wade, looking at Fiasco again. "So he was one of the Spectres then?" Hey, he at least can share that, right?"
Marduk definitely looks a little uncomfortable, apparently not very good with other people's grief, despite how many opportunities to improve his skills in this area he must have had over the last year. He reaches out and awkwardly claps a hand on Wade's shoulder, patting it a couple times and saying, "Sorry, man," again. He scuffs a toe against the other as he listens to Wade process and explain, nodding along a little and then more when the word 'classified' is repeated. "Yeah, man, sorry," he says, "All our stuff's classified, pretty much. Just how it is." And then more questions, which wrinkle his nose and brow a little. "Yeah, yeah," he says with a nod, "During combat, yeah." His nose wrinkles a little at the question and he rocks from side to side a bit, "Man, I dunno if I'm supposed to say," he wheedles, "I'm really not s'posed to talk about this stuff. I guess… I mean. Alright. No, he was a Thunderhawk. Ok? That's really all I can say about this, I'm sorry, dude."
Wade looks at Fiasco again when he pats his shoulder and then looks said shoulder. He remains in silence for a couple seconds and then looks back at him "Right…" He clears his throat at this and swallows, shaking his head after that. "Right, right…" He takes a deep breath and snaps his tongue "Alright" Now, he looks at Fiasco while he throws that last piece of information and he nods "A Thunderhawk" he nods at this and adds "Well, that's a cool name for a Squadron" Now, he just shakes his head again and lifts one hand "Ok, ok…that's, that's ok, I understand" No, he doesn't. Now, he just adds an extra bit "He was a good man, and a damn good friend….and frak, he was the best damn pilot, taught me a lot of things" He probably already said that. But how can he not say it again, Spank was after all, a mentor. Someone that Wade looked up to. "Ok man" another deep breath is taken and he nods "Thank you, for bringing back the bird…"
"Yeah, Thunderhawks are pretty cool," Fiasco agrees, latching onto that one little bright, easy spot in the conversation, going on, "Hammerheads, too. That's one of our others. Pretty sweet names, but Spectres are the best, obvs." He knits his hands behind his head, elbows thrust out as he nods along with Wade fora minute or two longer, and then some more, saying, "Yeah, yeah, sorry," a couple more times as Wade takes things in. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news and all, dude," he offers, "But yeah, yeah, you're welcome for the bird. I should hitch a ride back now, got my own to see. And hey!" He brightens up, and points both fingers at Wade as he begins to back away, "I'll let you know about that party, man, yeah? Get ready! It's going to be A. W. E. SOOMMME!" He shoots Wade some finger guns in parting, and then turns and jogs back towards the next Raptor on transpo duty.